The fall came as a welcome summer canopy, a dalliance of dappled weathers and peek-a-boo aromas.
In spring and summer we marvel at leaf and bloom, yet come fall we are in awe at the humble root and branch.
A community of hues waves aloft upon fall trees, the heart seeing more colours than any clerk could ever name.
Upon the generosity of fall rain, pebbles jostle in clear streams, each as if perched upon a catwalk pew and the show of the millennia about to begin.
Not with the chaos of a storm, yet the kind of chaos of free dance, of joyful leaps of arms outstretched, comes the fall to take Earth's stage.
Fall reflections in the sidewalk, in that tarmac-mirror art, softening those neon lights to rainbows in the dark.
From deepest ebony to melodic umber hues, from cream softened oranges to the greens that mature into a sea-spun sage - the fall has arrived and is as welcome as a long remembered song.
Upon umber leaf, beneath cloud coddled skies, the aroma of the fall comes in earthen solemn grace.
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